Then you sit next to me and start pulling my nipples and twisting them and biting them hard enough that I think you might break skin. then you start b...ting my neck really hard leaving deep teeth indents. you take your cock and start smacking my clit with the head of it. you tell me to hook my feet onto the headboard, and i do as im told, you play with my ass cheeks for a minute, whipping them, spanking them, grabbing them, leaving bright red marks and welts. then you ram your cock all the way. I told her "HI" and asked for the toys. She asked me to come in and I did so with the door open. She walked over to a bag in the middle of the floor. Then she bent over taking her time getting the bag off the floor. I just had to look at her big round ass in those tight slacks. I could see she had on bikini panties by her panty line. She drove me crazy with her little tease. She had to of been doing it on purpose. She got up and came over to me and placed the bag back on the floor. She took her. In giving the massage, I followed my wife's lead. She sat on the mattress above the guy's head, so I sat above the girl's head. While she massaged the guy's back, I massaged the girl's back, both of us leaning over our subject to reach all the way down to their waists. My wife's breasts dangled over the guy's back, sometimes brushing it. My penis was touching the girl's head. When we both raised ourselves on our knees so that we could reach all the way to our clients' waists, our genitals were. I saved the worst for last. She was a townie who used to live here. There were rumors about her, too. People thought she was a lesbian. Around here, that's a death sentence for popularity. I heard fifty different versions of the story, but I think all they were doing was hugging. It was enough, and the 'lezzie' taunts sent Bernice over the edge. Deanne was practically run out of town, but Bernice had to stay. That farm has been in her family as long as the ranch has been in ours. It's just her.